She agreed but told me she was not happy about it. I was overjoyed! I was thinking about what kind of man I wanted. I had never thought of a black man...until one day my neighbour Lawrence and I were chatting over the garden fence. My neighbour is a 47 year old stocky black man who was about 6'4! My wife is 5'1 & perite! my wife had come out to hang the washing up and I noticed that he was starring at her! At first I was annoyed but the more he looked the more I liked the idea! He was talking to. I need to make sure I thank Penny tomorrow at school.After what he said he covered my bald cunt with his hand as if to hide it. I grabbed his hand and rubbed it on my now hairless love box…making sure his fingers brushed up against my exposed clit. Within seconds he had two fingers wiggled inside my pussy and his thumb was banging down on my button.When Mel heard my guttural moan she pretty much knew what must be going on but couldn’t see through the cum-smeared windshield. To divert his. Skirts and pants pooled on the floor. Used panties hung over the side of the hamper. Shoes lay were they landed when she kicked them off after a long day.I saw what I was after. The black A-line skirt, cute with pleats and polka dots, was hanging up, way in the back corner. I’d never seen her wear it. I took it from the hanger and let the soft, flowing fabric sift through my fingers.The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heart flew into my throat. I had worn pairs of her panties. Olivia asked me, and given her sexual maturity and physical development, I agreed that we could do it that way."That didn't help anything, and they immediately wanted to know why John thought she was more sexually mature. He knew that he had lost this argument, so he just told them that he didn't want to discuss it further, and that if they kept arguing, he would just pack his stuff and go home."Here I am, trying to teach you girls about sex in a sensitive manner, being considerate of your age.